Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.